Powderfinger - Neil Young

    Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
    With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
    I think you'd better call John,
    'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
    And it's less than a mile away
    I hope they didn't come to stay
    It's got numbers on the side and a gun
    And it's makin' big waves.

    Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
    Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou
    So the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin'
    And I just turned twenty-two
    I was wonderin' what to do
    And the closer they got,
    The more those feelings grew.

    Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
    He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'
    But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin'
    Raised my rifle to my eye
    Never stopped to wonder why.
    Then I saw black,
    And my face splashed in the sky.

    Shelter me from the powder and the finger
    Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
    Think of me as one you'd never figured
    Would fade away so young
    With so much left undone
    Remember me to my love,
    I know I'll miss her.


    Marco Giunco
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